French Montana - Fraud lyrics

[Intro] (Tay Keith, fu*k these ni**as up) (Hitmaka) ([?] forever) I ain't never fall in love with a bank and that broad I'm a trapper not a scammer, ain't sh*t by me fraud, you heard? Wait, what? And I put that on God Pull up, too, too-too, too-too sh*t, I shoot up your yard (What they talking 'bout?) [Chorus] I ain't never fall in love with a bank and that broad I'm a trapper not a scammer, ain't sh*t by me fraud, you heard? Wait, what? And I put that on God Pull up, too, too-too, too-too sh*t, I shoot up your yard, yeah Thug ni**a, she just wanna fu*k for a Patek (Woo) Ridin' through the city with your b*tch causin' havoc Dope boys sh*t send a brick to an addict Give her dope dick, she says she love when I'm nasty [Verse 1] I just wanna fu*k her with my chains on and flash it (Rich) Told her, "Tell my name, if you mean it don't hide me" Blowin' on that carpet, I was Aladdin, she Jasmine And that b*tch I fu*ked don't know my name, she call me daddy First ni**a in my hood with them pods just like paddin' Young and flashy, I'm in the traffic, almost crashed it (Skrrt) Almost all my b*tch exotic, she gon' fu*k me for my fashion (Go) Bring your friend around, she wanna tag team Swear she livin' single like she Maxine I know she got a ni**a, still don't act clean Keep one eye on her 'cause she's a trap queen And b*tch, I'm packin' (Haan) [Chorus] I ain't never fall in love with a bank and that broad I'm a trapper not a scammer, ain't sh*t by me fraud, you heard? Wait, what? And I put that on God Pull up, too, too-too, too-too sh*t, I shoot up your yard, yeah Thug ni**a, she just wanna fu*k for a Patek (Woo) Ridin' through the city with your b*tch causin' havoc Dope boys sh*t send a brick to an addict Give her dope dick, she says she love when I'm nasty [Verse 2] Blue hunnids like Avatar (Yeah) None of my b*tches average CokeBoy, you's a ho, boy, I been had it (Haan) Chanel number five, she like coco and karats Ridin' round with this stick, feel just like a caddie (Bah-bah, bah-bah) Swervin' in that Ghost, move like Ghost, got the Power (Skrrt) Trapper turned to rapper, made a million in an hour (Haan) Took your b*tch to Turks and Caicos just so she could tan (Tan) [Boyfriend sweat?], he kickin', boy, he's just Lieutenant Dan (Lieutenant Dan) Got his wifey and she told me he's a fan (He's a fan) Spend so much on Saint Laurent, they tried to ban (Woo) b*tch please, diamonds hittin', Jackie Chan (Chan) fu*k you mean? I'm just sayin' [Chorus] I ain't never fall in love with a bank and that broad I'm a trapper not a scammer, ain't sh*t by me fraud, you heard? Wait, what? And I put that on God Pull up, too, too-too, too-too sh*t, I shoot up your yard, yeah Thug ni**a, she just wanna fu*k for a Patek (Woo) Ridin' through the city with your b*tch causin' havoc Dope boys sh*t send a brick to an addict Give her dope dick, she says she love when I'm nasty [Outro] I ain't never fall in love with a bank and that broad I'm a trapper not a scammer, ain't sh*t by me fraud, you heard? Wait, what? And I put that on God Pull up, too, too-too, too-too sh*t, I shoot up your yard